#selfpromotesunday by @julie_emblem ❤️ An #excerpt from my #wip
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Lilia heard her raw sounds as they penetrated the air. For a moment, she searched her mother’s eyes for any sign of comfort…but of course; Maria couldn’t give her what she wanted. She took one look at Lilia’s teary face and her small, swollen, bruised hands—and without a word, directed Lilia into the house.
”Go to your room, lie down, and rest. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Maria wrapped Lilia’s hands in a tea towel filled with ice.
The day ended in silence, and although Lilia’s tears were visible, she didn’t utter a sound.
Lilia woke up early the next morning disheartened and confused as she grudgingly shuffled back to school. She allowed herself to feel something she rarely did: anger and resentment. Lilia resented her mother for not letting her stay home, and for casting her back into the arms of evil. How could she?
Moments into the class lesson, a bold knock sounded at the door. Senior Maestro answered it to reveal Maria Meneguzzi in her usual black uniform—her hands clenched firmly at her waist and her eyes filled with determined rage.
”Maria, what are you doing here?” Surprised to see her mother, Lilia watched with growing alarm. The children’s eyes widened as they stared at one another in disbelief. Pinned to their seats, they covered their mouths and held their breath, not knowing what was about to transpire.
With the presence and posture of a commanding war general, Maria raised her arm and pointed a stiff finger right into the teacher’s face.
”You—you little coward of a man. Don’t you ever, ever touch my child again! Do you see what you did to my daughter? Look at those hands! You go home and beat your children, not mine!”
Her words rang through the room, which fell into pin-drop silence. Maria slammed the door and stormed off. Senior Maestro retired behind his desk in shock and embarrassment.
Pride rose within Lilia’s heart, but she was careful to hide the smile on her face. She might not have received the hug she’d so desired…the one that would have made such a difference on so many occasions…but at that moment, Lilia’s mother was her hero.

Exactly 70 years ago, in the summer of 1949, a distinguished group gathered at Tel Aviv’s Migdal-Or Cinema for a preview showing of a pioneering Polish #film . Haaretz reported that the event was attended by “members of the diplomatic corps, government figures and notables from literature and art.” The guest of honor was the Polish consul general.
The movie was “The Last Stage,” one of first feature films about the #Holocaust , the first to be filmed at #Auschwitz , and the first to show all the stages of killing at the camp. The director, screenwriter and many cast members had been prisoners there.
“This film offers a terrifying documentary-like depiction of episodes of the ‘life’ of the women prisoners in the camp, including many #Jewish women and the inner spirit of rebellion, which was headed by a Jewish woman,” Haaretz wrote at the time. Whether in #Israel or the wider world, not many people at the time knew much about the scope of the atrocities at Auschwitz. In this respect, too, “The Last Stage” was ahead of its time.
Seventy years after its premiere in Israel, the film has returned as part of the Polish Zoom events this month and next, a project of the Polish Institute in Tel Aviv and the Adam Mickiewicz Institute in Poland. This time around, the film is premiering in #telaviv on Sunday evening. 🔗 Read the full article by Ofer Aderet, now in our Story
📷: Scenes from Wanda Jakubowska's 1947 film "The Last Stage." / Film Polski

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Currently, this brutal slaughter is 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡 due to an exemption for farm animals in Victoria and other states' animal welfare laws.

We've started a petition to be tabled by @andymeddickmp in the Victorian parliament to remove this exemption and make cruelty to farm animals illegal.

Inside the Holocaust Memorial. The unmarked stones represent the millions who were turned into faceless, identityless humans buried in mass pits and unmarked graves. As you move through the memorial, the ground dips lower and the stones get taller, and it’s easy to lose track of your group. You can hear other humans around you but cannot easily see them. The memorial is designed to be disorienting and confusing, and a place where a human can understand a descent into frightening isolation, tormented by glimpses of sunlight
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RUBBING WANTED: The Pierre Seel Street plates, in Toulouse, France. Pierre Seel was a gay Holocaust survivor and the only French person to have testified openly about his experience of deportation during World War II due to his homosexuality. The municipality of Toulouse renamed a street in his honor. The name plaque reads "Rue Pierre Seel - Déporté français pour homosexualité - 1923-2005".⠀
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Location: The street is in-between the street Bernard Mulé and the Port Saint-Saver, opposite the barracks of the firemen.⠀
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15 Elul 1827, Czar Nicholas I of Russia signed the ‘Statute on Conscription Duty’ which made the Jewish community required to fulfill the same conscription quotas as all other Russians. Before this, the Jews were looked at us unfit to serve, so they were double taxed instead. The normal age for conscription was 18, but the Czar felt that jewish boys weren’t ready for the army at 18. So, those below the age of 18 would be taken to cantonist schools to prepare them for military service. After the years in the school, they still had to serve a term of 25 years. While there, they would be tortured, starved and often forced to accept the state religion of christianity. The conscription age for Jews was from 12 to 25 years. The whole purpose of this was to dejudize the jew, and assimilate them fully into Russia. It is estimated that 50,000 children were taken during these years. Most of them never returned home.

The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, Berlin (2017). This memorial is made up of hundreds of large concrete blocks. They're all different heights. The artist said this was to provoke feelings of unease and discontent. I was, therefore, unable to get a perfectly symmetrical picture, but I love this picture because that imperfect symmetry is exactly what the artist wanted.

Normally wouldn’t do a proper post for this sort of stuff but this book was too good not to rave about. Definitely not for the faint hearted, both in size and content. Some pretty graphic information but at the end of the day it’s the reality of the situation. If you are a history fan put it on your list. #intense#holocaust

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You’re Invited! Join us tomorrow, Sunday September 15 from 12-2pm at @warwicksbooks in La Jolla. Meet Rose in person and get a special signed copy of her memoir, “Two Who Survived”.

crude, brute, impatient, barbaric. lack of sense of grace. no eye for beauty. survive, kill, repeat. grow up. evolve. create beauty beyond understanding. glorify creations of own poetical imagination. build worlds. then destroy them. give life. then take it away.
wild germania, refined greece, pragmatic rome. and then the fall of it all. arise from the ashes. flourish. conquer the world. and let it burn.
europe, you are the birthplace of human cruelty. of bloodshed. of death. mother of progress. of art. of culture. the tiniest of them all. and the greatest bully history has ever seen. you were divided, young, wild. your heart was pounding, blood was boiling. couldn’t get a hold of yourself. but through blood and iron you finally calmed down. and are now mature. endure, for you are our home. love-hate mother-child relationship.

to the ones who say europe is now more divided than ever - pick a book.
and then read it. you have to read it. it is very important that you read the book.

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Im praying in abandoned synagouge of Dombóvár (with my grandfatner tallit) El Mole Rahamim memory for the murdered communty
Dombóvár communty
The village is in tolna country southern Hungary.

The Jewish population of Dombóvár grew with the city. Between 1870 and 1910, the population of the city more than tripled. The former Esterházy Manor Center has developed into one of the largest railway hubs in Transdanubia. In 1880, 10.5% of the city's population was Jewish. By this time, the Jewish population of Hőgyi, which had traditionally been the third largest Jewish center of the county, had been significantly behind it, and formerly they were also part of the hill country. The rate above 10% then fell to 4.7% by 1941.
On the Kakas hill of Dombovár, the building of the synagogue stands high above the Sásdi road leading out of the city. What's left of it. It used to be a modest house of worship from the 1850s, which was rebuilt in 1885 according to the plans of an engineer named Klingenheber. The ghetto was set up here in 1944, from which members of the community were deported to Aushwitz. The synagogue was rebuilt after the war in 1964, and became a warehouse of furniture. The building was stripped of a synagogue and became a two-storey building, I pray in the upper part, the last picture shows the aron hakodes preserved, but no longer preserves the community in its original location. Today, the building is completely abandoned, the furniture warehouse is closed, and only the Hebrew inscription reminds us of what was here before the Holocaust: Hear, O Israel: the LORD our God, the LORD is one/
שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהוָה אֶחָֽד/

Here is the synagouge of Dombóvár by other viewpoint. You can see about this synagouge previous post!

The Jewish population of Dombóvár grew with the city. Between 1870 and 1910, the population of the city more than tripled. The former Esterházy Manor Center has developed into one of the largest railway hubs in Transdanubia. In 1880, 10.5% of the city's population was Jewish. By this time, the Jewish population of Hőgyi, which had traditionally been the third largest Jewish center of the county, had been significantly behind it, and formerly they were also part of the hill country. The rate above 10% then fell to 4.7% by 1941.
On the Kakas hill of Dombovár, the building of the synagogue stands high above the Sásdi road leading out of the city. What's left of it. It used to be a modest house of worship from the 1850s, which was rebuilt in 1885 according to the plans of an engineer named Klingenheber. The ghetto was set up here in 1944, from which members of the community were deported to Aushwitz. The synagogue was rebuilt after the war in 1964, and became a warehouse of furniture. The building was stripped of a synagogue and became a two-storey building, I pray in the upper part, the last picture shows the aron hakodes preserved, but no longer preserves the community in its original location. Today, the building is completely abandoned, the furniture warehouse is closed, and only the Hebrew inscription reminds us of what was here before the Holocaust: Hear, O Israel: the LORD our God, the LORD is one/
שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהוָה אֶחָֽד/

Lutz Peter Schiff, Anne’s “great love”, was born #onthisday in 1926 in Berlin, Germany. Peter moved to Amsterdam in 1939, together with his mother and stepfather. His biological father had emigrated to the USA in 1937.
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Peter and Anne meet each other and “were inseparable one summer long. I can still remember us walking hand in hand through the Zuider Amstellaan together, he in a white cotton suit and me in a short summer dress /.../ when we had known each other for about 3 months, he moved into the same house as a much older boy /.../ He apparently drew his attention to the fact that I was very childish, and he gave me up. I adored him so that I didn’t want to face it.”
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Anne often thought about Peter and dreamed about him in January 1944. But they never meet again.
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Peter was deported to Westerbork in 1943 and to Bergen-Belsen in February 1944. From there, he was sent to Theresienstadt in July 1944 and then on to Auschwitz on September 28. He boarded still another transport train on October 8, this time for Dachau. Peter probably died on an evacuation march between April 26 and May 4, 1945. His mother and stepfather died in Auschwitz.
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“Peter, my darling Peter - I don’t need a photo of him, I can see him before my eyes well enough.”
(Anne in her diary, January 6, 1944)
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Photo: Anne and Peter, 1939.
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